Category: Survival

Achromatic Existence

Achromatic Existence

Your blackness
sullies my clear mind
My whiteness dilutes
your darkness
to a neutral grey
Clinging to
a colorless world
that has become
the oxygen
we breathe
into this dysfunctional
codependency
An anemic sadness
void of pigment
Trust severed
like an amputated
albinistic limb
Limping through an
achromatic existence

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Reena's Exploration Challenge #147 - Colorless World

Trust - Word of the Day

Promote Monday Go Dog Go Cafe

Image by Saurabh G from Pixabay

Center of Attention

Center of Attention

The life and soul
of everyone’s space
Invaded
Mr. Party Man
Center of Attention
full of swagger
You hear him
before you see him
because
he likes the hush
All eyes to be on him
and all ears tuned
You laugh and giggle
You are captivated
and he invites
you into his world
and you feel chosen
But you are destined
to be his straight man
Overshadowed
and unseen
The butt of his jokes
You will be used
as his prop
and he gets the laugh
at your expense
The same stories
repeated over and over
Same you
Different audience
It will become
contentious
Because you
are no one’s fool
let alone this jester
Sucking the life from you
to fuel his ego
Show’s over
Curtain down
 
Next!
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Lillian is hosting D'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Word Prompts:

Jester - Word of the Day
Contentious - FOWC

The Gift they Keep on Giving





The Gift they Keep on Giving

Opinions are worth
what you have paid 
for them
Absolutely nothing
They are for the
sheer delight 
of the giver
The all-knowing
If I were you crowd
who really want
to control you
confuse you
tease you
and keep you
under their thumb
 
Wading through
their swamp of
I know what’s good
for you persuasions
and ironing out
the creases
of their
misguided logic
you make it to
the other side
None the wiser
for their
unwanted gifts
and decide
to ignore it all
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Opinion - Word of the Day
Tease - RDP
Iron - FOWC

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Free Spirit – A Quadrille

Free spirit

Power plays
between us
entertaining
We would go  
head to head
but you could never  
intimidate me
I am always
comfortable in
my own skin
and you forget
I am your equal
You do not own me
and you will never
break my spirit

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 

De Jackson (alias Whimsy Gizmo) is
hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille.
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words,
excluding the tittle. He has prompted
us wit the word "Spirit"

Survival

Survival

Survival is an instinct
Born of necessity 
Protected
at all costs
as you would a child
and like your spirit
it can never be taken
from you
 
It is all you have when
times are dire
Your resourcefulness
when you are without
Your resilience 
when you are knocked down 
It lives and breathes
within you
 
It is always present
yet hangs in your shadows
until you call upon it
and give it life
Your will to survive
paramount
Your kiss of life
Your oxygen

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poets
and has prompted us with the Birth/Born

Image by LoggaWiggler from Pixabay 

Just Leave

Just Leave

I am exhausted
Weary of you now
I need to breathe
Somewhere else
Where you are not
spewing your toxicity
 
My head needs calm
and my heart, peace
There is neither
Where you are
I need to find
that safe place
 
To switch off from you
This time forever
So I do not have to
Listen to your 
false accusations
To justify your wrongs
 
Leave, go, get out
were your commands
I heard, I did, I went
Yet you are still unhappy
Your words still come
Hurtful, cruel, indelible
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Jose Antonio Alba from Pixabay

The Handmaid’s Tale – A Poem

The Handmaid’s Tale

A realization dawns
The stark reality that
I am merely a possession
A purchased accessory
a commodity, and reminding me
has become your obsession
 
Speechless I retreat
Wounded by your words
so blatantly delivered
Lacking kindness, 
Cruel and meant to sting
Inwardly I shivered
 
As you threaten my livelihood
I consider the repercussions
You will offer no act of contrition 
But continue to wield your power
Indignation unfaltering
You have exercised your volition
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts
Kindness - WotD
Repercussions - FOWC
Go Dog Go Cafe - The Handmaid's Tale

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Papa Why?

Papa Why?

Papa why?
Why did you marry mama
and not stay true?
Your fighting
scarred me
for life and
distorted my view
 
'Please tell mama this'
and her reply would be
'Please tell papa that'
I was good for
both of you
Used as a conduit
for your ugly chat
 
You, my hero
would get the moon
for me
That was your promise
But you forgot that
when you chose
to be free
 
So in this, my life
that you never knew
I hitched to many a wagon
My choices calculated
They were replicas of you 
I’d flow from one to another
and each time I’d slay the dragon 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Flow - RDP

Dragon - WotD

Go Dog Go Cafe - Please Papa Get Me The Moon

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Yourself Monday

Photo - Pixabay Image
 

Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s box
there for all to see
Pretty, tied with a bow
and a note for me
If I dared to open
the sky would fall in
all kinds of disaster
A war I could not win
 
Tempting me with
an expensive gift
was his cruel way
after any rift
Replacing an apology
with gaudy trappings
Presented to silence
disguised in wrapping
 
Not this time
It will remain sealed
One less weapon
for him to wield
A gift that will not
keep on giving
Return to sender!
Recipient unforgiving
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
 Hélène Vaillant's Photo Prompt - What Do You See
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